An Experience In Truth

I walked down to the mountainside,looked up at the hill + found truthand myself, it was unmovableI was not, it belonged to the ages,I belonged to an age. To truth, I was young.To myself I questioned, “What have I done?”Age + Accomplishment have not been a friend this side of 30, but somehow at the foot of that mountain, truth spoke of timeas winds of change, the dust on the mountainis unsettled, with the winds, it moves frompeak to valley and back again.What is gained and lost if it is the same land?